I stayed off in the woods close enough to see where they come in.

An' shore they lost your trail.

Then they spread through the woods, workin' off to the south, thinkin', of course, thet you would circle round to Pine on the south side of Old Baldy.

There ain't a hoss-tracker in Snake Anson's gang, thet's shore.

Wal, I follered them for an hour till they'd rustled some miles off our trail.